First, Cam would smack him on the back of the head, then point out the obvious—Molly was sweet, she liked Jake, and Jake should get his head out of ...is ass and start dating her. Thanks, Cam, Jake thought. You always did know the best way to phrase things. "Oh, my brother cried for days when Schmidt retired," Molly was saying to her new friend. "My father finally told him, 'For God's sake, the man's retired, not dead.'" The man behind her roared with laughter. She turned her attention to Jake. Thinking of my husband, i spread my legs and his hard dick began to slide into my wet & slippery cunt. When his dick was half way in my cunt, i feel it very tight. It is much bigger then my hubby’s. I suddenly awake and put my hands on his back and hip, it seems slimmer then my hubby. Soon i realized that he is not my husband. I try to resist him. At the same time i was in fear that if anybody came to know this, then it will be very shame for me and whole family. So i didn’t shout and try to. For a moment I was dumb founded as if I have been struck by thunder bolt. And then a voice screeched into my ear drum asking me to say hello to my aunt Mrs. Sinha. The heavy voice of my dad diverted my attention bringing me back in the present and then I smiled and greeted this Goddess a warm and welcoming ‘Hello…’.The awkwardness that surrounded me thereafter left me no other option but to leave the hall and rush to my privacy in a two bedroom hall flat of suburban Mumbai which was my own. I was losing hope that my kisses and caresses could revive either her warmth or interest.I mumbled some excuses, and we scrambled awkwardly off the bed to be able to slip and hide under the covers. I don't know whether I thought at that stage of the night with Erna; how our desire to make love was thwarted by cold and an unhandled embarrassment. I should have felt safe in my room, on this only coolish September evening, without the numbing cold and threat of embarrassing exposure.However, what.